A model community, Buckbeeville was conceived and constructed by a publicly owned company, Buckbee, A Writer, Inc., with the intent of redefining home and art and happiness. While other utopian undertakings have been reduced to ashes or swallowed by the sea or struck down by the wrath of God, we at Buckbee believe in the longevity of our project. What makes Buckbeeville so different?

• Our work is play. The well-hidden location of Buckbeeville is a well-kept secret. It may as well not even exist at all. We ask you, what better place is there to make dreams come true? What better place to live the life we can only imagine?
• We welcome sadness. The cornerstone of other model communities is happiness, a material we find less durable than the bedrock that is sadness. Sadness is not chased after, the way happiness is. Rather, sadness lives in us, is always with us, an inescapable weight that chains us to the rock.
• The author is dead. While Yaddo and other part-time model communities aim to create living authors, we at Buckbee, A Writer, Inc., create dead ones. All product created in Buckbeeville is attributed to Buckbee himself. Thus, residents are all dead authors, none clamoring for this accolade or that, none restricted by that guideline or this. Writers are released from the bonds of their product the moment their creation comes into being.
• Our ambitions are few. You won’t find flying cars in Buckbeeville, or sidewalks that move people at the speed of light. Our town does not look very different from AnyTown, USA. Thus, we fly beneath the radars of the ruiners—the speculators, the interlopers, the Gods.

Our currency is story. You won’t find dollars and cents in Buckbeeville. The lubricant that makes the city run is story. So no one is ever broke, for even in the instant an individual loses it all, he has a story to tell, and is immediately relieved of his poverty. In Buckbeeville, the rich are rich only because they live rich lives.

The History of Buckbeeville

As an innovative Company in the Indublishing field, we are always looking for opportunities that will reward our shareholders.

But what were we to do when Buckbee failed to produce product? What were we to do while he sat in his lonely loft doing—nothing?

We sent a team of doctors to investigate. After a battery of tests, they concluded that Buckbee wasn’t “having fun.” The pressures of creating a product that would satisfy the emotional needs of a vast audience, and the financial needs of the shareholders, was too great. He was crippled by age and audience, lamenting over his lost youth.

Our attempts to enliven Buckbee by rewarding him with awards had gone unrewarded. Trophies and cash and praise gathered dust at his bedside. So the Board of Directors turned to experts in an array of fields. It was Freud, in a passage from his essay, “Creative Writers and Day-Dreaming,” who provided the answer.

"The opposite of play,” Freud said, “is not what is serious but what is real."

And so we gave Buckbee the tools of the child, the objects of the imagination. His industry returned, whole cities sprung forth from his mind.

Freud said creative writing, “like a day-dream, is a continuation of, and a substitute for, what was once the play of childhood.” While we sit back and watch Buckbee, and we wait for him to replace his toys with his imagination, we return to play ourselves, that act which is the genesis of all creation.